Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.